when her eyes caught
your gaze
on another rapid decline
you suspected the night
would
likely not revert to
stillness
in truth, latent
thoughts would
seldom unfold that way
again
*
her hips and their words
would grasp at your
heart
with smoldering fingers
she would borrow your
watch
from inside of the sea
and pending another
departure
*
despite the slack
obedience
to cyclical verdicts
she would jump through
revolving doors with a
stranger
brandishing a propensity
for fastening universes
together
© 6.2.2016 heather
brager
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